My voice smells like a shout. Especially when I eat silence.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouWe repeat the shout of the Universe. You and I blend together. You are one word and I am another.
Naked Morsels: Short Stories of Spiritual EroticaThrough the dense din, I say, we heard him shout "I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.
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